"
It was after that speech that he met Pink Denslow for the first time.
A square, solidly built young man edged his way through the crowd,
and shook hands with him.
"Name's Denslow," said Pink. "Liked what you said. Have you time
to run over to my club with me and have a high-ball and a talk?"
"I've got all the rest of the night."
"Right-o!" said Pink, who had brought back a phrase or two from the
British.
It was not until they were in the car that Pink said:
"I think you're a friend of Miss Cardew's, aren't you?"
"I know Miss Cardew," said Willy Cameron, guardedly. And they were
both rather silent for a time.
That night proved to be a significant one for them both, as it
happened. They struck up a curious sort of friendship, based on a
humble admiration on Pink's part, and with Willy Cameron on sheer
hunger for the society of his kind. He had been suffering a real
mental starvation. He had been constantly giving out and getting
nothing in return.
Pink developed a habit of dropping into the pharmacy when he happened
to be nearby. He was rather wistfully envious of that year in the
camp, when Lily Cardew and Cameron had been together, and at first
it was the bond of Lily that sent him to the shop.
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